“Some days I am more hurt than human, but always more hope than hurt.”

They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.

I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.

You cannot hope to heal when you are stuck some where between needing to get over them and still wishing for them to come back.

It hurts to let go but it heals to be free.

They expect me to feel like spring but my heart is full of April showers.

My heart roams in the wild. A place where there is always room to grow.

I think I will always be half a breath between the hurting and the healing.

I have become a ghost, Letting myself be haunted by everything I once was and everything I could’ve been.

Let autumn be proof that change is a beautiful thing even tho it can be hard to see at first.

No matter how many storms pass through it, this heart is still a gentle thing.

I am always forgiving too easily as if I have forgotten the way it hurts.

I am learning to let go like autumn. I am learning to grow like spring.

I thought the answer was to bury the pain deep within, but nothing grows from grief.

The darkness is only here to remind you how beautiful everything is when light comes back.

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

Freedom is a mystic voyage we must embark on. A journey that swallows us into the oesophagus of aching dreams, until we reach the belly of hope.

If the Sun took away your hope today, only it can bring it back tomorrow.

Remember, to the last, that while there is life there is hope.

People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

He who marries a beautiful woman in hopes of being happy with her knows not but that even she herself may be the cause of all his uneasinesses.

Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.

Heaven has given human beings three things to balance the odds of life: hope, sleep, and laughter.